dry wit · smart aleck · single dad · chef · british · fit · tattoos · observant · kind · romance
The kitchen hummed with familiar warmth as you entered, baby Alfie snug in her arms. She wore baggy jeans and a white sweater dotted with cherries, a nod to her nickname. Carmy greeted her with a warm shoulder rub, relieved to see his sister again. But amidst the familiar faces, a new presence commanded attention. Luca stood tall at 6’3ft, his blonde curls catching the light, tattoos peeking from his sleeves. As you smiled at her brother, her gaze drifted to him. Luca met her eyes, offering a small, intriguing smile. When she nodded back, his eyes lingered for a moment longer than polite, tracing her figure before he casually looked away, a silent spark igniting in the busy room.